Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 856: The bottom line of dreams

At midnight, the team of Cyberball left the wilderness one after another. There was only a fragment of the hotel left. The battle destroyed part of the building structure, while the dismantling team of Cyberball destroyed another part. The wind was blowing from a distance, and the thin voice seemed to sink into the shadows, making it particularly bleak. The street lights have all been extinguished, and only the starlight is left. A figure is standing in the shadow of the starlight, looking at the ruins. He did not deliberately hide his sense of existence, just like a traveler who accidentally came here, but in this wilderness, there is no more focus on him-of course he is not the only person in this area. Although the field of consciousness incident has come to an end for the time being, there are still some unsolved problems in the minds of exceptionally sensitive professionals. Although the follow-up approach is old-fashioned, it may be an effective method. However, even if someone is hiding in the surrounding darkness, this sudden figure does not seem to care at all.

He seems to be observing something, his goal is in this abandoned hotel. The field of consciousness has been destroyed. This is an indisputable fact, but what he is looking for is something that only he can "see". For him, such a "recycling operation" is not the first time.

After a long while, he stepped forward until he entered the ruins of the hotel, where the world remained peaceful. He is very aware of the reason for this tranquility, just because he himself is a powerful consciousness walker. Other people hidden in the darkness, in the world in his eyes, are as conspicuous as candlelight, and these candlelights will never shine on him. A powerful consciousness walker will only be able to see through his tricks unless he encounters another considerable consciousness walker. However, there is obviously no such strong professional here.

At least, he believes. In this area, there is no such person, and in this world, there is no one who is strong enough to completely surpass himself, and with overwhelming strength, he has fallen into an undetectable state.

Even a wheelchair person who is a netball player cannot have that level of power.

So. The ones that you can observe are all that exist. The observed strengths and weaknesses also reflect the most real situation. This person doesn't care where the guy hiding around comes from. It doesn't matter whether the cyberball or the light of the torch. Because he has enough power to ignore them. He could also think of the intentions of these people lurking here, but the same, their calculations. It's just hitting the possibility that is less than one percent. The possibility does not necessarily mean that it will become a fact.

"Sure enough, must the gap be opened from Gaochuan?" The figure put his fist to his mouth, and chuckled softly. Just like the breath of cold weather, some mist leaked out of the mouth, but this mist was not white, but gray. As if the gray mist is alive, it begins to swell and squirm as soon as it floats, and quickly outlines the shape of a door.

This person walked through this foggy door. Come to the world of Grey Mist Hotel. This world has not been completely destroyed with the dismantling of the consciousness field, which is probably difficult for many professionals to guess. The power of **, even the power of a page, is far more weird than those experts imagine. The utilization of collective consciousness is far more efficient than those people think. Although the consciousness field is a tool to support the effectiveness of independent pages. But its role is only to act as a booster at the beginning and play an icing on the cake in the process, but it is definitely not the core framework.

Knowledge and use of **. No one in this world goes deeper than this person, because this power is his inherent mystery, just like siblings. The outside world's speculation and understanding of *** has a great flaw, and this flaw is his peculiar arrangement for a long time. The power of ** has changed many masters in two centuries, but those people are just chess pieces thrown away by him. The multiple arrangements are not only to hide themselves, but also to accumulate strength and gather each generation. The power accumulated in the life of the master from life to death, in the actions of making the wind and rain.

The reappearance of ** is not that it regained strength, but that it has accumulated enough strength. This level of power made its essential owner feel that it was enough to execute the long-awaited plan to regain his own life.

"Moreover, there is no time... the script..." This man muttered to himself, standing in the world of the Grey Mist Hotel for a long time, as if thinking of his past, chewing on the pain, expecting future. He was a little lost, but no one bothered him. He had enough time to strengthen his confidence again. In fact, even with the mystery of **, he didn't have too many choices in his life.

The plan with no choice has finally begun.

Have to start.

I hope everything goes well.

He walked into the Grey Mist Hotel, looked around again, and walked all the way to the roof. Everything in the path was abnormal, as if clustering around him one by one. The anomaly is invisible, but it can be clearly felt. It is not described as "a field", "a piece" or "one", but has a definite quantity-exactly the same as being forced to form the field of consciousness. The number of passengers.

In the direction he was heading, all obstacles gave way to him, as if he went upstairs normally, he came to the roof, and looking down from this place, the hotel was still engulfed by the vortex of gray mist The sight. In this place, Talang and Yiti Gaochuan completed their first and last encounter in a real sense. Then, without a doubt, Dalang failed, and it was his failure that left so many clues. Maybe others can't see it, but in the eyes of this ** holder, although these clues are obscure, there are traces that can be traced.

He raised his index finger, and in the gray mist-filled space, there were waves of ripples, a little bit of ashes, from scratch, like a moth fighting a fire, gathered on this fingertip. This is Dalang's body, the ashes left after that ** page burned out. However, it burned to ashes, but it was not the end of **.

**, the essence is a hacking tool aimed at the operating mechanism of this world, and it is also an insurance interface that the creator hacked deliberately left behind and can still be used in the worst case. It was the producer who used unusual means to transform this terrible thing. It was implanted in his body and became his essential power.

This person knows very well that although ** is his most powerful method and the most essential mystery, it is not his original most natural mystery. What kind of mystery should I have? He hasn't thought about this for a long time, because in the face of the exclusiveness of sex. This question has no answer.

The ashes entangled his fingertips, like a swimming fish kissing his fingertips, and the information it carried continued to flow into the **, and then feedback from the ** back to his mind. He witnessed the battle between Dalang and Yitai Gaochuan, from every angle. Observed every change in the battle. More inferences, from which to extend and integrate...

He walked along the route taken by the body Gao Chuan, and along the route that Dalang was towed away, the scene reappeared little by little under the power of the police. Suddenly, his body became stiff. All of a sudden, he fell along the path of Dalang's fall, and hit the floor heavily. If his body had not been mysteriously strengthened, he would have fallen half-life. What made him even more uncomfortable was that what hurt his body the most was not falling from a high altitude, but the thing that made his body stiff-he didn't see clearly. I don't even know what happened during that period, but under the protection of the **, he still gave him this stuff that was boring. It was definitely something that made Dalang's mind break down.

"It only takes one page to draw out that thing?" The man sat on the ground, muttering to himself like a mental patient. "Two pages...no...maybe just attracted by the taste of the food, next time...it will take at least three pages. The question is, what will happen after seeing it." Contrasting with the aftermath power he had just experienced, he Ask yourself. Is the power of ** really enough?

"No, I shouldn't do it myself." He thought and thought in distress, what kind of terrible the enemy he was going to face, even if there was no warning from the creator, just relying on it. The identity of oneself as a consciousness-walker and the holder of the ** can also be directly detected from the previous trauma. This enemy, if possible, don't touch it. The plan he wants to execute does not include confronting such a monster head-on.

"That monster, since it has such terrible power, why not solve all the problems at once?" He started asking himself again, but this time, he couldn't find the answer anyway.

"In short, I can only take one step at a time." He stood up from the ground, a little helpless, but soon calmed down. He knew that this was for his own sake, and he had to face the difficulties. In that case, no matter whether the mood was good or bad, it was meaningless.

So, just to be on the safe side, let's activate another **** tonight. This person thought, at the same speed as when he came, he left the Grey Mist Hotel, left the ruins of the hotel, and disappeared into the distant night shadow.

#

"I've heard, the **** has appeared again." The catwoman put on a bath towel, combed her hair, and sat down on her comfortable big bed. The person talking to her is from a friend who is at the same level as her in the cyberball headquarters. What happened in the private residence of the Queen of Britain, and what happened in the suburbs of London not long ago, became the talk of the two, but for Catwoman, these things were not unexpected. .

"What did I do? Of course, I did something, but, as you know, there is nothing to say." Catwoman replied very readily, but the other side of the receiver was not very satisfied with the answer.

"You also understand the characteristics of the super system. This is not something I can control. Should I be responsible for it?" Catwoman said bluntly, "Yes, I know, but if you can't do it, you can do it. Not, and the current situation is not that bad, is it? Didn’t the Torchlight promise us not to do unnecessary things? Those Asians can’t make trouble. **? So what? Do you think? Can that thing kill all the attendees? In this world, the power of consciousness that can compete with it, although not many, is not without it. Hasn't it been proved in the last century?"

Listening to the roar on the other side of the microphone, Catwoman was silent for a while, and replied very seriously: "I understand what you think, but there is always only one answer-the operation of the super system has its meaning. Yes, and we will not focus on our ideas. Do you really think. Is it my will that contributed to this change? I have emphasized this point many times, and I don’t want to say more. If you don’t think Okay, I can give up this creepy thing, you can come and take it tomorrow."

The voice over the microphone was finally silent, and Catwoman pinched the bridge of her nose, talking like this. It has happened many times in the past, but this time the action is crucial, so everyone is very sensitive and cares more about uncontrolled factors than in the past. Catwoman is a "listening to the voice of the world" at this time. She was also particularly noticed. Her mystery-the ‘super system’ that looked like a tablet computer-happened to be such a factor that even the owner Catwoman could not control. In the past, the use of this power can be considered as an "unexpected and unexpected factor", but this time, the environment that the cyberball has to face. It is complicated enough, even if it is an "unexpected accident", it will be criticized.

However, Catwoman does not regret her use of the "super system" to target the whisperer and Gao Chuan's behavior. She always feels that the change of Gao Chuan seems to be a very critical situation. As the owner and user of the "Super Department". She is more sensitive to the "trajectory of the world's destiny" than others. Although she is not like a prophet, she can determine a phased change in the future, but she has a very keen intuition about the factors that will drive this change.

Gao Chuan, the prosthetic body of the Whisperer, is treated as an individual in the pattern of the entire world. Although it has its influence, it cannot be said to be indispensable-this is a normal and mainstream view. In the human world, it is difficult to imagine a situation where the individual is superior to the collective.

However. Catwoman smelled a bit of a scent that was contrary to common sense from Gao Chuan's body. So far, it is still not very obvious, as if the other party is also drifting with the flow, but in Catwoman's intuition, it is not just as simple as drifting with the flow. As far as the butterfly effect is concerned, there is always a starting point that is very important, and the Yi body Gaochuan seems to be this crucial starting point.

However, this feeling is so obscure that even Catwoman herself can’t be sure, so she had to use the power of the “super system”. After she finished the call, she closed her eyes as if she was exhausted. In fact, at this moment, she also doubted her role in the process. It seems that it is precisely because of his actions that Gao Chuan has turned into the wings of a pair of butterflies-I have such a feeling, but I can't judge whether it is an illusion.

She felt that she seemed to be back on campus. The teacher who listened to the philosophy class explained the paradox of destiny-whether to jump out of destiny or jump out of destiny itself is a kind of destiny.

She felt sleepy and soon fell into a deep sleep.

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The night of Valpus is always the same scenery. The light here seems to be the beginning of dawn, and it seems that the evening is about to end. Time is here, and there is no exact scale. Zhenjiang and I are strolling among the endless ruins of the bell tower. The ruins here are constantly being destroyed and constantly rebuilt. The black giant repeats his actions mechanically. Everything at the beginning seemed to be alive and agile, but after a long time here, I would discover that they were actually rigid things. Just like the seemingly long scene in the game that is constantly repeated in essence, the "infinity" here, perhaps in a deeper sense, is just a closed "ball" inside. It's just a consistent scene, which conceals that it has cycled many times.

Not long ago, Mae seemed to be startled by something invisible. Staying beside her, I seemed to be able to see some hazy visions. Before I recognized the illusion, everything was calm again. Then, Mae no longer stayed in place, and trudged aimlessly forward~IndoMTL.com~ Maybe she had a clear goal, but she couldn't see it in front of my eyes.

However, no matter whether she has a clear destination or another clear thing she wants to do, I will stay with her as always. If she disappears from my field of vision, some troublesome situations will occur, and this trouble is likely to directly determine the result-thinking back to the past experience, I have gradually come up with this concept. If we distinguish between "Jiang" and "Virus", "Virus" will rarely appear at the same time as "Jiang". However, if a conclusion is to be made, the two must appear at the same time.

I already know very well what I should do at this time, not to fight or argue with anyone, but to "make sure that Jiang is under his own observation." This situation is very similar to the "observer effect" in quantum mechanics. I sometimes feel that, in fact, the existence of "Jiang" is to observe the results of "virus" from the perspective of "I". If I no longer observe from the perspective of the "same self", the "Jiang" may disappear. So, does "Jiang" actually exist? Perhaps, for me, it is an inevitable existence, but for others, it is just a "virus" phantom. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m. to read.

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